Bonafide (feat. Jay-Z) [Bonus Track] - O.C.

Uh, I've been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffers and low fades I keep thinkin', how young can you die from old age? They always tell me: "Nobody's workin' as hard as you" And even though I laugh it off, man, it's probably true 'Cause while all of my closest friends out partyin' I'm just here makin' all the music that they party to But party on, party on all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous: prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin' grown man liars Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire Uh, but I just want to tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot The shit feel like when Fredro Starr Was in Sunset Park stuntin' hard in his yellow goose - yeah! And I'm a motherfuckin' missed target But a target nonetheless, and I just started Was that directed at moi? Can't be They must be talkin' to themselves, Hov: hands free Yeah, and I'm just fillin' up this daily planner Gettin' busy 'cause I'm a star: no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talkin' in they music And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends: Kelsey Grammer Yeah, that's what life becomes when you're doin' you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow-talkin' with the women that are screwin' you Just know that she gon' tell another nigga When she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes too long Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong Yeah, I got to feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Ay Guru tell, tell homegirl to open that Ace right there...) Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go Oww, hoes turn they heads like owls I'm the man of the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flow, I'm connected to a higher power Bright lights'll make your whole city light up A trillion-watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight 'cause the satellite was crispy, uhh Y'all can miss me with the money talk The smart money's on Hov', fuck what the dummies talk, uhh I don't do too much bloggin' I just run the town, I don't do too much joggin' Mm, I ain't got a scar yet 'Cause you fuckin' around with me and my dogs is far-fetched Drake, here's how they gon' come at you With silly rap feuds, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors, uhh I done seen it all, done it all That's why none of these dum-dums could done him off The summer's ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 You let them tell it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was cool as the Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn't change me But I would have went insane had I remained the same me Fuck niggas! Bitches, too! All I got is this money — this'll do Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'ma make it go

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Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, JAY-Z Fuck JAY-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother How can we know if we can trust JAY-Z? And you know better, nigga, I know you do But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue You had no father, you had the armor But you got a daughter, gotta get softer Die JAY-Z, this ain't back in the days You don't need an alibi, JAY-Z Cry JAY-Z, we know the pain is real But you can't heal what you never reveal What's up, JAY-Z? You know you owe the truth to all the youth That fell in love with JAY-Z You got people you love you sold drugs to You got high on life, that shit drugged you You walkin' around like you invincible You dropped outta school, you lost your principles I know people backstab you, I feel bad too But this 'fuck everybody' attitude ain't natural But you ain't the same, this ain't KumbaYe But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye You gave him 20 million without blinkin' He gave you 20 minutes on stage, fuck was he thinkin'? "Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin' But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane Crazy how life works You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts You stabbed Un over some records Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!" Let go your ego over your right shoulder Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!" You egged Solange on Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong You almost went Eric Benét Let the baddest girl in the world get away I don't even know what else to say Nigga, never go Eric Benét I don't even know what you woulda done In the future, other niggas playin' football with your son You had lost it 13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston Nah, JAY-Z Bye, JAY-Z